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pale purple nipples goose pimpled she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot alone in the city infested with faces immune to new friendships interested in places she’s never seen she says everything is grey here and nothing is green the girls from down the street sixteen, seventeen years old you can smell them getting pregnant you can hear their rock and roll that’s america you have to be tough like a glad trash bag the government’s an old nag with a good pedigree but pedigree’s don’t help you and me i see the precedent is grey here and nothing is green unless something unforseen happens i’m surrounded by the haves they say i can have some too just because of what i do do they think a lot about those who have not or does it just distract them from what they do most of us have grey except for those who can pay for green i’m torn i’m torn rejecting outfits offered me regretting things i’ve worn when i was still playing roles to fill holes in my conception of who i am you know, now i understand it’s not important to be defined it’s only important to use your time well well time is something n*body can buy and n*body can sell you so don’t let anybody tell you they have the advantage because all the grey people can say every day doesn’t mean anything if your mind is green

pale purple nipples goose pimpled she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot alone in the city infested with faces immune to new friendships interested in places she’s never seen she says everything is grey here otherwise i’d stay here but i’m looking for green just like every human being